Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.